In the last 48 hours, I have cleaned up projectile vomit from my four, almost five year old who was sick and didn't quite make it to the toilet, squished bananas, squishes apple, squished cherries. Squished crackers from my thee year old who, for some reason thinks food is play dough, and the largest explosive poop ever from my 7 week old. I did 6 loads of laundry, mopped my front room, vaccummed te back, bathed my kids and  changes my shirt. Many other things happened, but the funniest part is we all still went to bed dirty and the house is not that clean. Such is life these days. Glad Ty is only gone for one more day. I need to put him to work :) oh the joys of being a mother of three.